In which Mangofarmer waxes eloquently about... nothing. 2003-07-06 - 1:45 p.m.
Well children, I royally fucked up my P@ypal account. Therefore, no SuperDork for me, unless I get off my ass sometime in the near future and find a fax machine, so I can send them all these "documents" so they can close the account and I can open up a new one. Or something. The fuckers.
So, maybe later I will make some more surveys or something to celebrate the imminent demise of my gold membership. Meanwhile, I am going to go take a shower and then actually go outside for once. I want to feel the warmth and the sunshine and the sticky humidity and I want to pick raspberries off the bushes and eat them until my hands are red with raspberry goo.
It's summertime. I hate air conditioning. It's so fake. I kind of miss the tiny grocery store... one could wear sneakers, tank tops, and jeans to work and the front door stood wide open and the closest to AC you could get was to go in the milk cooler in the back and come out carrying three cases of 2% milk gallons...